Monday, August 19, 2013

The Boys Are Back!

Heyyy!
How are all my sweet peas doing? I hope you're all enjoying the final days of
summer and soaking up those last rays of sunlight. You wouldn't believe what I
had to do this week. Middle of August, and I had to bust out my winter coat!
Ohhh Canada. I seriously wanted to cry. But no worries, today I'm sweating like
a pig again, so hopefully summer is here to stay for just a while longer.

This
week... was awesome! We had our first zone conference with the new mission
president, and I seriously love him! His perspective on missionary work is
definitely my style, so I'm seeing good things on the horizon. Also... drumroll
please... the P-Day rule has been lifted! My season of no flirting has finally
come to an end! Sisters and elders can plaaaaay! It's seriously a Christmas
MIRACLE! Last night when Elder McMurrin called us and made this historic
announcement, I thought my heart would soar out of my body! So, if my email is
a tad short today it's because we're having a PARTAY with the elders in Old Quebec!
So jazzed! Imma be COUGIN it up like there's no tomorrow! Ha ha I'm only
just a *little* excited about this if you can't tell.

In
other news, this week was just ohhhh so good. On Saturday night we
were invited to ``do some less active work`` at an Epluchette de blé d`Inde.
Translation... corn party? Ha ha. It's a Quebecois tradish! Basically you get
together and eat corn and have a good time. So there's a less active family
that lives an hour outside of the city, and they invite the VIP members of the
ward to their corn party at the end of every summer. Frère Rodhain was nice
enough to drive us out there. I was in HEAVEN! We drove through miles of
farmland and forest and rivers, all while listening to the Rodhain's finest
selection of classical music. It was soooo fun to party with my fave families
in the ward, but I'm not lying when I say I gained ten pounds at that little
shindig. But hey! There was world-renowned, Neufchatel corn there. What else
was I supposed to do?! Really though, it was just what we needed after a
stressful week. Being at a barbeque on a beautiful sumemr night reminded
me so much of being back home with family and friends. NBD, this time next year
I'm bringing the Epluchette de blé d'inde back to my possee in Utah. Get
excited!

My
fave story of the week. We were on our way to an investigator's house when we
were suddenly swarmed by a gaggle of neighborhood kids. This adorable little
girl comes up to me and says, ''Vous êtes siiiii belle!'' Translation... I be
looking GOOD! Ah! I wished I could pick her up in my arms and take her home.
THEN she puts her hands on my stomach and says, ''Êtes vous enceinte?''
Translation... Are you pregnant? AAAAAAH! I wanted to DIE! It's a good thing I
had read a scripture in the New T that day about being nice to children, cause
that little punk was asking for it! My comp was just laughing her buns off and
mocking me to no end, when suddenly the little girl goes up to HER stomach and
says the same thing! Ha ha! We rigolé'd beaucoup beaucoup, but we are DEFINITELY
doing more sit-ups this week! Bratty as they were, those little hoodlums were
adorable. I taught them how to say ''I love Justin Bieber'' in English. Little
cutesos. When we told them we had to go they got super mad and started hurling
rocks at us. Only took me seven months to get stoned as a missionary, attacked
by little punks, no less! Still, it brought joy to my soul. Lol.

Well,
I hope y'all are having a fab week! I miss everyone so much. Good luck with all
the back to school shopping! SO glad I'm not working at JCPenney right now
haha. ANyway, take care, my loves! See you on the flipside! Missing and loving
you all to infinity and beyond! Bisou!

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Friends, this isn't your average mommy blog. In fact, it is probably the farthest thing from it. Welcome to my mission blog! Before you get disappointed, remember that mission blogs can be just as cool as mommy blogs. Just think of it as the online diary of a nun, only the nun gets to gallivant around Quebec and be a cougar to sweet, sweet naive elders for the next 18 months. Yeah. Now try and tell yourself you're not going to want to hardcore stalk this thing. Although there will be a scarcity of bearded husbands in hipster glasses and cute, chubby babies on this page, I will try not to disappoint. About once a week my mom will post my mission letters and possibly pictures of my ballooning missionary figure here. In the event that this page remains stagnant of activity for some time, don't assume that I have died and move on with your life. Feel free to harass my family members until they post the letters you so obviously crave. If you would like to take your stalking to the next level, you are more than welcome to drop me a line. My mailing addresses are located here and on facebook should you have need of me in your life. Serving in the Canada Montréal mission is a dream come true, but I will miss my clan back in P-town. God be with you till we meet again. Keep in touch. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!